Bad For Me, Good As Sin

[Verse 1]
You crash my car in my driveway
Smile
Say
"Guess I did it again"
You carve your name in my bedroom door
Right over where my faith’s been
You kiss me hard with your fangs out
Lipstick tastes like gasoline
You light a match on my rib cage
Laugh while you watch me bleed
[Chorus]
You’re so fucking bad for me
But you’re good as sin on my tongue
On my teeth
Every red flag
I just let it in
Tie my hands up
Drag me back in
Yeah
You’re so fucking bad for me
But I crave that hit
That burn
That sting
Baby
You’re the worst kind of medicine
You’re bad for me
But good as sin
[Verse 2]
You pray in black in the bathroom
Rosary made of razor blades
You write "RUN" on the mirror steam
Then pull me into the flames
You turn my friends into enemies
Twist every word that I say
You break my phone
Then my promises
Still I’m begging you to stay
[Chorus]
You’re so fucking bad for me
But you’re good as sin on my tongue
On my teeth
Every red flag
I just let it in
Tie my hands up
Drag me back in
Yeah
You’re so fucking bad for me
But I crave that hit
That burn
That sting
Baby
You’re the worst kind of medicine
You’re bad for me
But good as sin
[Bridge]
[ guitars choke out
Piano + strings swell ]
Scream my name
I’ll come crawling
Call me trash
I’ll call it fate
You’re the poison that I’m choosing
(Choke me with my own mistakes)
If hell has room
We’ll share a room
You’ll paint the walls with every bruise
I’ll say I’m done
I’ll say we’re through
Then fucking run right back to you (yeah)
[Chorus]
You’re so fucking bad for me
But you’re good as sin on my tongue
On my teeth
Every red flag
I just let it in
Tie my hands up
Drag me back in
Yeah
You’re so fucking bad for me
But I crave that hit
That burn
That sting
Baby
You’re the worst kind of medicine
You’re bad for me
But good as sin
[Outro]
You’re bad for me
(So bad, so bad)
But good as sin
I’ll die for you
Just to live in this
Good as sin

rock, Emo pop-punk screamo with male vocals; bright, stabbing guitars trading with thick, melodic riffs, halftime breakdown in the bridge. Hyperactive drums with double-time fills; strings and piano bloom under choruses, then drop to a tense, exposed verse. Screamed harmonies on key lines, gang vocals on the hook, big stop-start hits to spotlight the title phrase., pop punk, emo, screamo